I swallow them every day;
they run down my throat
burning
hot

I choke

I cry

I wish I was somewhere else...

why is everyone somewhere else?
why can't I be where they are?
why can't they be where I am?

why was I blessed/cursed with
the ability to think so much
deeper?

why am I always the first to fall?

she holds on and promises to fall
if I fall

she stares at me and promises to cry
if I cry

but as I'm about to lose my grip...
she lets go

she smiles

and she moves on.

alone again...

falling...

{Fake, pseudo, artificial, manufactured,
not fucking real!}


I...
I...
I think that um...
I think I lov...
I think I better go.

I'm a coward, and I'm falling.

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